Fruition

I picked an angry apple
off a bitter branch-less tree
From the sullen seeds & leaves
I brewed the sweetest cup of tea

With the meat I carved a flute
and played a sulking melody
I took the rotten core in hand
and cast it to the lowly beasts

Took a seed of hate and tucked it in my heart;
grew a twisted creeper weed to climb outside fruition.

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